His palm only touched the stone pillar briefly. Then, with no change occurring, Lü Rang simply withdrew his hand. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he had remembered something midway and suddenly stopped.
Meng Xi looked at him expectantly. "Did it work?"
"Mm!" Lü Rang nodded.
Yuan Zhu: "??!"
That was it? There had not been the slightest visible change. Even the sensitive-skinned Immortal Scripture could not be bothered to issue a warning. It truly gave no face to the "Pipe Wrench Sword Immortal."
Mai Lili, who had watched curiously the entire time, timidly asked, "How does it feel?"
She had no intention of becoming a Sword Immortal, but she held beautiful expectations for strengthening herself. Thus, she paid particular attention to Lü Rang, who was roughly at her level.
"I..." Lü Rang frowned and carefully sensed the Sword's Blessing the stone pillar had bestowed upon him.
It was a remarkably obvious permanent state, like a person who had learned to breathe underwater. It seemed as though nothing had changed, yet it truly made all the difference in the world.
He suddenly extended an index finger, simultaneously drawing upon his spirit and stamina. Across the surface of the first two knuckles, he condensed and maintained a membrane-like force field. A faint edge formed upon the surface of his seemingly rounded fingertip.
Sizzle, sizzle!
He bent his knees and crouched, dragging his index finger across the floor. On the smooth marble tiles, he left a smear-like scratch. Then Lü Rang dispelled the Sword Qi and lightly rubbed that sword mark again with the skin of his fingertip. Soon, he wiped the floor clean, restoring it to pristine condition without leaving behind a trace of grime.
The atmosphere instantly sank into a mysterious awkwardness.
Meng Xiyue lightly applauded and encouraged